"Aaaggggghhh… yes… now," she gasped as her vaginal walls began a rapid contraction around his thick, pulsing manhood.

"Now!" was all she could muster through the narcotic haze that hung over her mind. Her words and her passionate grabbing brought him to the brink of his own satisfaction, and as she ground out her climax he felt the boiling of his sperm as it shot deep into her waiting, aching vagina.

"Yes… yes… I'm cumming… I'm cumming too…" he groaned, feeling the contractions and the jerking inside her until his penis went limp and flaccid and slid out of her, semen still oozing from the head.

They collapsed next to each other, not looking at each other, because it didn't really matter who it was that had satisfied them, not caring about anything except that they were satisfied.

When she opened her eyes and looked up into the mirror, the others were lying, as worn-out as she, except for Shoo-Fly and his partner who were still queering each other and he still had his dark glasses on!

CHAPTER TWO

She glanced over and saw that Frankie and the redhead were lying side by side on the other rug, taking drags from the same joint. She knew that he had not even noticed her presence in the room, he had been too involved with his new lover. She wanted to go over to them, but she knew that this would only anger him, so she got up slowly and walked out to the kitchen.

In the hallway she ran into Carla, an older woman who had been a successful stripper at one time, but the years of late hours, too much booze and dope had taken their toll and she was haggard and emaciated.

"You look a little frazzled, kid. Just been back in Shoo-Fly's joy room?" she asked.